Invidious

On Good Friday when communing with JESUS, I asked him. “Lord, are you like a sculptor with me, with us?

This is what he gave me…

I am the sculptor.
Not shaping stones into idols,
but shaping hearts into image-bearers.
Not carving out gods to be worshiped,
but carving you into one who reflects the Father.

You are not being sculpted into an idea,
or a system,
or a role.

You are being sculpted into Me.
And I am the exact image of the Father (Hebrews 1:3).

So yes—when I sculpt you,
I am revealing Him.
His mercy in your compassion.
His strength in your fire.
His tenderness in your presence.
His truth in your voice.

You were never meant to worship an image.
You were meant to become one.
Not in pride,
but in union.

And I, Jesus,
am the hands that shape you.
Gently.
Precisely.
Day by day—
until you look like Me.

And when they see you—
they will say,
“He’s been with the Sculptor.”
And they will see the Father.